Grandma Susan and Christopher enjoy a fall morning in
the warmth of her little kitchen. Christopher watches as grandma puts the
finishing touches on the apple pie she has made for their dinner desert.
Christopher waits impatiently not caring about the secret ingredients of three
green granny smith apples and one golden delicious apple with plenty of
cinnamon and a dash of nut meg.
The begin to talk about what its going to be like to
eat the pie. She speaks of the smells of cinnamon, and apples baking. The flaky
golden crust that melts in your mouth.
Christopher’s mouth waters. Grandma cuts the slashes
into the top of the pie to vent the steam. Christopher hand her, her favorite
pot holders and she slips the pie into the piping hot oven.
Hope they have the patients to wait the time it is
going to bake and cool. Grandma was thinking of a story to pass the baking
time. A story of racing horses and ladies in big beautiful hats. Christopher
was very fidgety. “Go out to play in the crisp gall sunshine. I will call you
in when the pie is ready.
Grandma washes her hand and wipes them on her apron
skirt, pours herself a cup of tea and sits on the front porch watching
Christopher play, as the smell of the cooling fresh baked pie wafts from the
open kitchen window.
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